Monday, March 31, 2008

Last week, I temporarily abandoned working out with the straight East Village Dominican set to try the luxe gay mecca known as David Barton. Located in the heart of Chelsea, Barton is an upscale "co-ed" gym that really has no need for a women's locker room (but the men's is super swank, above right). The main weight room was all dudes, all the time. One told me to smile while I was working out (???). Another told me I was sexy and asked if I had a boyfriend while we took turns on the pull-up machine.

Not that I'm complaining. Barton feels more like a club than a gym and I stayed much longer than my usual hour due to the numerous distractions and worked out much harder in hopes of impressing the regular clientele. They also invite DJs to spin sets during prime time workout hours, which was why I checked out the gym in the first place: I'm DJing at David Barton in Chelsea this Tuesday. 530 - 930pm. Expect to hear lots of Olivia Newton-John's Physical and other gay workout music.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Lara Flynn Boyle will always be Donna Hayward to me. I was a Twin Peaks fanatic in high school after watching the entire series at my friend's house on laserdisc. (I am also a laserdisc fanatic, but that's another story.) I loved me some Sherilyn Fenn, Madchen Amick and Lara Flynn Boyle.

So young! So pretty! Did you know Lara was only 20 when she starred in Twin Peaks, which I recently acquired the Definitive Gold Box Edition of on DVD? I also visited Snoqualmie Falls, site from the opening sequence, and the Double R diner in Washington State once upon a time.

I know Donna, er, I mean Laura isn't 20 anymore. She's 38 and has been married twice after dating such Hollywood hunks as Jack Nicholson (age 70) and David Spade. Gross. But after a few appearances on Awful Plastic Surgery, she showed up in Beverly Hills last night looking like this:

Ack! Bring back Donna Hayward! It must be tough to age in Hollywood but the collagen injections, cheek implants and whatever else Lara did to fuck up her face are not helping. She looks like she's been straight up beat in the face by the log lady. Here's how I'd like to remember her:

Monday, March 24, 2008

Roisin! Roisin! Roisin! Impossible to pronounce yet so sweet on the ears. Last Wednesday at Good Times @ Eastern Bloc, we celebrated all things Roisin Murphy (except Ruby Blue, which I accidentally left at home).

HOT COUPLE ALERT! Jacob (left) and Jon just moved to New York from San Diego and are as sweet as they are handsome. Even the big girl in the background thinks so.

Frank (center) made a triumphant return to Good Times now that he doesn't have to stay home and watch Project Runway every Wednesday. He's going to help throw a lesbo rock party with me in April when Jimmy's away (think Liz Phair, Luscious Jackson and Aimee Mann).

It is always a delight to see Erik's (right) smiling face, even when he looks like he's about to pass out.

When people wearing engagement rings shun the camera, it only makes me more suspicious.

Jacob (left), slapping his friend for not knowing that Roisin's latest album, Overpowered is manna from heaven, especially for the gays.

"Oh lawdy, I do declare!" (said in a Rue McClanahan accent).

I'm not sure if Kelvin (not pictured) asks patrons to lick one another when he's photographing him but that's what its beginning to seem like. a.k.a. I want every caption to say "TASTES LIKE CHICKEN!"

These folks look like Janet Jackson night might have been more their speed, but I'm sure they were having fun nonetheless.

Our photographer Kelving (right), who also loves to pose in pictures doing what you see here.

The boys of summer are coming. Boys of Summer is like, my favorite song ever, btw.

TASTES LIKE CHICKEN!

I'm sure he's flipping off someone he met on Manhunt who didn't respond to his e-wink.

I love a man who wears a pink tie. As in, the color pink, not from that fancy schmancy store Pink, though I'm not mad at men like that either.

Mikey (right, with Kelvin) has the most seductive droopy eyes. Someone told me that droopy eyes usually come with matching droopy/slanted nipples. True or false?

This photo was not cropped in any way, shape or form. Just a good ol' "bend over and pose" kinda shot.

Five Jaeger shots to the wind.

Tim (left, with Michael and Kevin) just back from India, which he found stinky and unglamorous. Sadly, he didn't make it to Bombay, the most amazing city on earth.

Since we're nearing the one year anniversary of Good Times, which we're having a party for this Wednesday, March 26th, Kevin and I reminisced about how used to roll up at 2am and stay till close. Now he has one of those annoying "day job" things.